Davidian's Holy Grail War

Now it was actually Davidian who was suppressing Lucius in front of him, and Winchenrib could only observe their battle from a little distance.

He had absolutely no desire to get involved in this fight between the two lunatics, not to mention that his personal strength was no match for theirs.

So he chose the most suitable opponent, Sir Rios, Lucius's lieutenant.

He was still leading Lucius's guard in an attempt to stop the British army from advancing into the center of Rome. The two sides were locked in a brutal battle, with people falling every moment.

With Davidian tied down, Wincenribe needed to find an opportunity to lure more Roman allied forces over.

"Sir Rios of Rome, let's have a go! As fellow lieutenants, we are the perfect match."

Vincenrib swung his heavy greatsword at Rios, who barely managed to block the blow with his shield. Although he managed to block the attack, the painful impact left his hand unable to retaliate for a moment.

He launched a preemptive attack and then followed it up with every move, seizing the initiative and determined not to let Rios get away.

While Winchenrib's individual strength was inferior to Davian's, he was still the man who accompanied Davian in hunting countless monsters on the still mysterious British island.

If you can't handle Lucius, surely you, Rios, can't be dealt with? Die!

Rios was forced to retreat step by step by this fierce attack. His shield quickly reached its maximum durability.

Finally, with a final, powerful strike from Vincenrib, Rios' shield shattered.

The flying shards of shield even grazed Wingenrib's cheek, but Wingenrib didn't care at all.

He continued charging forward despite Rios's panicked expression, and with one hand, he grabbed Rios's head and slammed him to the ground.

At the same time, Winzenrib discarded his greatsword and immediately drew the short sword from his waist, piercing Rios' throat.

After confirming that Rios was dead, Winzenrib immediately drew his short sword and left Rios' body. He had more battles to fight and couldn't afford to worry about this dying man.

Rios' death did indeed have a certain impact on Roman morale. But that wasn't enough; Vincenrib realized that simply killing Rios wasn't enough.

Lucius is still alive, and as long as he is, the current situation is unlikely to cause Rome's morale to collapse. Whether Britain will have the opportunity to pursue them depends on whether our king can achieve it.

But just then, the third wave arrived! The third wave of assault troops led by Artoria had also arrived.

She charged into the battlefield with the might of thunder, her target Lucius in the center of the army.

Her goal is not only to crush the Roman coalition, but also to seize this opportunity to kill Lucius. Artoria wants to destroy the last vestiges of Rome right here!

"come yet?"

Lucius sensed Artoria's murderous intent locking onto him; even though they were still quite a distance apart, he could clearly feel this heavy killing intent.

That knight king is determined to kill me here.

"Then let's go! King of Knights of Britain, let the Emperor of the Sword of Rome see who will have the last laugh!"

Lucius swung his magic sword, unleashing a powerful burst of magic that forced Davidian out of the fighting range.

At this moment, the Roman central army, which had been preparing for a long time, had already charged out. They were waiting for Artoria's last frontal British reinforcements.

Lucius leaped onto a warhorse and charged towards Artoria, letting the sword decide their fate. He couldn't afford to lose. He absolutely couldn't!

Chapter 118 The Holy Lance, Double Release

Rewind a bit, and Percival had successfully circled around to the rear of the Roman allied camp and concealed himself. He could even hear the sounds of fighting from the Roman vanguard, and he knew exactly who was fighting.

Lord David's vanguard must already be entangled with the Roman vanguard, but now is not the time for them to strike.

"Report! We can already see the front of the Roman army and our forces engaged in battle from the mountains! This is the fiercest moment of the fighting. Should we proceed?"

Percival's scouts quickly gathered intelligence on the battlefield from high vantage points and inquired whether Percival should launch an attack.

"Explore again!"

But Percival only told him to go and scout again; now was not the time. If they attacked now, they wouldn't be able to finish the job in one fell swoop.

Even if their rear-area raiding force were to become bogged down in Rome's massive rear guard reserves, and were dragged down, even the power of the Holy Lance might not be enough to break through Rome's rear guard in the shortest possible time.

The key to victory in this war lies between him and our king; either of them could be the key to the outcome.

But what makes them the key to which side is Davidian and Wincenrib's bloody battle.

If David and Vincenrib's achievements were impressive enough, they might even have advanced to the center of the Roman army, forcing the rear guard to rush to defend as well.

Percival could then immediately cut through Rome's rear guard and join forces with Davidian and his men to shatter Rome in one fell swoop.

When that time comes, the last army led by our king will swallow up all of Rome in one gulp, and their victory will be completely unshakeable.

Conversely, if David and his men fought until the King arrived before successfully reaching the center of the Roman army, then the crucial task of being a striker would fall to Percival.

He must crush all of Rome's rear guard and then join forces with the king to achieve victory in this war.

The advancing force at the rear was once again caught in a wait, though the wait wasn't long. But hearing the battle cries coming from the Roman vanguard, each of them was filled with anxiety.

They are key to this operation, but now they must endure the sacrifice of their comrades.

At the same time, Percival heard the sound of the second wave of attacks, and he also heard Lord Winchenrib's roar.

The second wave of assault troops had also arrived, but he was unsure of the status of Rome's central army.

"Lord Percival! The majority of the Roman central army has been deployed, and now the entire vanguard and most of the Roman central army are locked in fierce combat with Lord Davidian and Lord Vincenrib's forces. Shall we engage them in battle?"

The scout returned to report, but Percival shook his head. If Lord David and Lord Wincenrib's achievements could only go so far, then now was still not the time to launch an attack.

"Explore again!"

He sent his scouts back to the high ground to survey the movements of the entire Roman army. This army remained in a state of waiting; it was still not the right time to attack.

Finally, after a period of waiting, Percival's Holy Lance responded, and Percival knew who had arrived.

Only our King's holy spear Rungomminiad can make his own holy spear Longinus react, and he can already hear the thunderous roar of our King's arrival on this battlefield.

The scout returned to Percival at top speed and reported the current situation on the battlefield:

"Report! Lord Percival! Even the Knight King has arrived on the battlefield, and the entire Roman vanguard and even the central army are now engaged in battle with our forces. The Roman rearguard has become separated from the front. Should we engage?"

At that moment, Percival's expression changed instantly, the gentle demeanor of a powerful warrior replacing his usual tenderness. He shouted loudly to everyone:

"My brothers! Now is the time for us to complete our mission! Our comrades at the front have created our final opportunity! Follow me, we will bring a magnificent victory for our king!"

Having said that, he charged forward, taking the lead. The long-awaited warriors of the Sixth Company, along with the other knights, charged out with him; they had been waiting for this battle for a long time.

"Holy Lance, release double restraint! Countdown!" He spurred his warhorse forward, simultaneously beginning the true name release of the Holy Lance.

"The spear of destiny, illuminated by light! Bringing a precious miracle to this place!"

Pure golden light enveloped his holy lance, and he gripped it tightly as he charged forward.

The Holy Lance's immense power pierced through the walls of the Roman camp, destroyed all the watchtowers in front, and tore apart the hastily assembled defensive line of the Roman rear guard.

In Percival's hands, the Holy Lance even surpassed the power it displayed when Balin wielded it.

The roar of the massive release of the Noble Phantasm also reached Lucius's ears as he fought Artoria in the vanguard. After passing Artoria, Lucius quickly turned his horse around.

But all he could see at that moment was the enormous golden light that engulfed his rear camp and pierced a hole in the Roman soldiers' defensive line.

He was careless; he had vaguely sensed something was wrong earlier.

Rome felt that the British army they saw was still missing a portion, but they never expected that the British had actually circled around to their rear and had now successfully launched a surprise attack. The situation had now turned against Rome.

But Percival didn't care about any of that. Although he did manage to create a hole, he hadn't completely breached Roma's defensive reserves.

He gripped the holy lance tightly, lowered his body, pressed himself close to his warhorse, and assumed the most standard thrusting posture.

He could now see the three final lines of defense ahead, armed with round shields and spears, attempting to block his way.

But that's not enough; just three lines of defense. He's going to break them all now!

In just a few breaths, Percival tore through the first line of defense, and the other knights followed suit, tearing through the same line in the same manner.

Only a dozen or so men were captured. They were well-equipped and well-trained, but it was merely a hastily assembled defensive line. They would tear it all apart in no time!

Then came the second and third waves, tearing the Roman rear guard to shreds with the loss of only a hundred lives. But they did not stop; they still had an ultimate goal.

That was Lucius's guard, Rome's most elite force. They were Lucius's lifeline; without completely destroying them, there was no way to kill Lucius here.

Ultimately, Percival and all his knights ran into Lucius's guard, an opponent that Lucius's personal guard did not want to face.

They lacked both favorable timing and terrain, but even so, they had to fight. If they didn't deal with Percival, and he and his men completely decimated the battlefield, Lucius wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to.

Chapter 119 I'll kill Lucius too!

Percival gripped his holy lance tightly, and all the knights around him also gripped their lances. With unwavering resolve, they charged directly at Lucius's personal guard in their most ferocious form.

At this moment, their momentum, confidence, and will reached their peak. They believed that they could smash through even a wall in front of them.

Lucius's personal guard also focused their attention on their shields and weapons, now fighting a desperate battle.

If Percival's knights are not stopped, not only them, but even Lucius probably won't be able to get out of the battlefield.

The two sides then collided, which can be described as a suicidal charge launched by Percival.

But it is precisely because of this kind of charge that no opponent can stop their advance!

He shattered the shield in front of him with a single spear thrust, then pierced through the enemy's corpse and charged swiftly across the battle line. Many knights were also impaled on their horses by enemy spears or swords.

But even in their dying moments, the force of their impact, along with their horses, sent countless Lucius's personal guards flying.

Hundreds of knights fell at that moment, more than when they had fought their way through the Roman rear guard. Their sacrifice was exchanged for an even greater number of Lucius's guards who perished.

Even when they fought against the elite First Dalian of the First Legion, they did not lose so many soldiers.